tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134884852018-03-06T04:10:16.686-05:00Erie's ArgonautSo what is an argonaut? Webster's says...an adventurer engaged in a quest. My quest is finding treasures in birds, landscapes and more around Erie.Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-68811241663520628742013-02-12T16:13:00.001-05:002013-02-12T16:13:07.704-05:001521st AAF Base Unit Squadron E Hickam Field Hawaii WWIIA number of sons, daughters, grandsons and granddaughters are starting to really research into the relatives that served in WWII.&nbsp; Some information comes hard to those of us that are looking into the 1521st AAF.&nbsp; It is confusing because I find information that also lists SF as well as Hawaii and the unit served in the Pacific region. My dad is now 96 and has a great memory. However he is very hard of hearing so our phone conversations are limited. Next time I go out to CA I'm bringing along all the information that I want him to comment on and this time I'm video taping all his memories. He has told us some stories but I only remember bits and pieces. My dad has mentioned he was stationed in S.F bay area and he also was stationed in Hickam Field in Hawaii. Perhaps they were always on the move between the two. He was with crews that took the wounded from the war areas to hospitals in the US. He has talked about making all these stops taking the wounded to areas closer to their homes like Chicago. He also served in the Philippines which also adds to the confusion on my part. Hopefully I'll be able to shed some light onto his story which may help anyone else out there with relatives that serviced in the same unit. I have a photo I'm posting here which shows my dad and some others at Hickam Field in Hawaii.&nbsp; Perhaps one of the others pictured is your relative. Let me know if you can identify one of the other guys. I'll check into it and if it seems to be the right person, I'll list it. Click on the photo below to enlarge it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_e-3mKYcIs/URqv__PPSfI/AAAAAAAACDg/6SVFjinOdWY/s1600/WWII+-+Hickam+Field+Hawaii+-+Area+Evacuation+Medic+Flight+Cr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_e-3mKYcIs/URqv__PPSfI/AAAAAAAACDg/6SVFjinOdWY/s1600/WWII+-+Hickam+Field+Hawaii+-+Area+Evacuation+Medic+Flight+Cr.jpg" height="310" width="320" /></a></div>You know these guys?<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-38007756457230069202012-06-08T12:29:00.001-05:002012-06-08T12:32:07.947-05:00The Story of Jesse Demott-Marshall, MichiganI came across Jesse DeMott in my search for members of my extended family. I find myself often going down the ancestral tree branches of families that some have married into but that has no blood relations.This person leads to that person and then you find a newspaper article and you read it and want to find out what happened. That's the case with Jesse. No blood relation and I can't find how he fits into the rest of the Demotts but I saw where he got married.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYba6BdBdXI/T9IyiCKJoxI/AAAAAAAAB90/wAhKAg7fP9Y/s1600/jessee+demott+oct+29+1908+married.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYba6BdBdXI/T9IyiCKJoxI/AAAAAAAAB90/wAhKAg7fP9Y/s400/jessee+demott+oct+29+1908+married.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>But then there is no record for him but I did find one for his new wife 2 years later at the age of 19 she was a servant for a family. That meant she was only about 17 when she married Jesse.&nbsp; Finally I found an article about his wife filing for divorce because he was cruel. Ok, that explains why she had to be a servant for a family. This was in 1910. Then I found this account of what happened.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c614-yVkv0A/T9Iz_w6kcGI/AAAAAAAAB98/501mDS7eh-M/s1600/jesse+court+part+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c614-yVkv0A/T9Iz_w6kcGI/AAAAAAAAB98/501mDS7eh-M/s640/jesse+court+part+1.JPG" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1FbOTLRL9Q/T9I0KK5mNvI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Y8hAAhz6nco/s1600/jesse+court+part+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1FbOTLRL9Q/T9I0KK5mNvI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Y8hAAhz6nco/s640/jesse+court+part+2.JPG" width="316" /></a></div>Now I need to see if I can find out what happens to both of them. I know she must live from the pneumonia because she is filing for divorce and because I found a record in the 1910 US census listing her as a servant for a family. Totally waste of time except it is like reading a book with a good plot and do you think that is a waste of time?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
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<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-46666820398855813422012-05-12T22:00:00.000-05:002012-05-13T21:48:36.815-05:00Our First Cape May and Nashville WarblerMy husband and I went out birding today in Scott Park and Presque Isle. At Scott Park we saw a number of Indigo Buntings, loads of Yellow Warblers, one Hooded Warbler, lots of American Redstarts and what we thought might be a Yellow-Breasted Chat. We just aren't sure and didn't get a picture. It had a yellow breast and a gray top and was a larger size than the warblers we saw. It had a loud not-pleasant call. When we got back to the car we listened to what their call sounded like and it seemed similar. We'll never know. Maybe we will go back and try and find it again. We left and went to Fry's Landing about 4 PM or a little later in the afternoon. Surprisingly, there wasn't anyone else there at first. Then we met Mike and started talking about birds. He was truly an expert on birds. I'm so glad we ran into him. What a nice guy! He walked us around Fry's Landing and pished out a Nashville Warbler and a Common Yellow Throat. He could name birds left and right that he heard. He knew all the birds by their calls. How wonderful to be able to do that! He heard a Scarlet Tanager but it didn't come in close enough to see. Mike also spotted the raccoon in the tree which my husband and I walked right by. Real birders are sharp and nothing gets past them. We learned so much from him on our chance meeting. It was getting late so we left and on the way out stopped at Thompson Circle. It was an evening gold mine. Our first Cape May Warbler and I got pictures! Not good pictures but good enough. We also saw Yellow-rumped Warblers,a Palm Warbler, a Chestnut-sided Warbler, Yellow Warblers (of course, so many of them) Black and White Warbler and even a Northern Waterthrush. For being past 6 PM and just sitting in the parked car near the brush at Thompson Circle we did pretty good finding birds. Here are my pictures and below them is the video of the birds. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2PE2OntpiA/T68azMLYkZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/R8g0CjWQ4zM/s1600/Cape%2BMay%2BWarbler2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2PE2OntpiA/T68azMLYkZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/R8g0CjWQ4zM/s400/Cape%2BMay%2BWarbler2.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><center>Cape May Warbler (Thompson Circle Presque Isle)</center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mULWU1DIjBE/T68bCfuHgEI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wYF2LXPf0XU/s1600/Cape%2BMay%2BWarbler%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mULWU1DIjBE/T68bCfuHgEI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wYF2LXPf0XU/s400/Cape%2BMay%2BWarbler%2B3.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><center>Cape May Warbler (Thompson Circle Presque Isle)</center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIuswKHWsmA/T68bMTdnr1I/AAAAAAAAB7k/KZT4UKF0X7w/s1600/Hooded%2BWarbler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIuswKHWsmA/T68bMTdnr1I/AAAAAAAAB7k/KZT4UKF0X7w/s400/Hooded%2BWarbler.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><center>Hooded Warbler (Scott Park)</center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5boj4axigsQ/T68bWbE46vI/AAAAAAAAB7w/W9h3fwFhAes/s1600/Indigo%2BBunting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5boj4axigsQ/T68bWbE46vI/AAAAAAAAB7w/W9h3fwFhAes/s400/Indigo%2BBunting.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><center>Indigo Bunting (Scott Park)</center> <iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7U32hm6oJ2s?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
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<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-16352548083362134472012-04-05T16:15:00.001-05:002012-04-05T16:15:47.268-05:00The 1940 Census ResultsThe 1940s census did provide some surprises in my ancestry research. I got one last name of a child that was living with my grandfather and his new wife in Chicago. That last name gave me his new wife's last name before she married my grandfather and from there I found their marriage certificate using her name that I couldn't find before because it was indexed as Horman instead of Norman in the South Dakota marriage registry. And from there the information just came snowballing in. It looks like there was no children from that marriage and the only child was from the woman's previous marriage. There doesn't seem to be any half siblings to my dad and thus no new aunts or uncles in my family that I didn't know about. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I almost was excited that I may find some new relatives. There are still 4 years between 1940 and my grandfather's death (accidental shooting in a tavern when the bar owner was showing him his new gun in Chicago.) I guess those will be lost years. In 10 years when the 1950 census comes out, he won't be on it and his wife had remarried and moved. It will be hard to trace to see if there are some children with her. But I did find relatives from the ancestry.com message boards about my French Quebec roots that had moved to Bangor, NY and then to Wisconsin. They have photos. Lots of photos from the 1800s. My family had practically no photos. I'm going to meet one of my distant cousins when I take our vacation. We only have one day to visit and that includes the day I wanted to visit all the cemeteries Wahkon, Isle, Cove, Opstead, Princeton, Milaca and Hopkins, MN where my ancestors are buried. We'll be rushed for sure but it will be so great! Here is a photo of my sister and I on the front steps of my grandmother's (Grace Patterson McCuaig) house in Wahkon, MN back in the early 50s. My sister looks cute, I look extra chubby, the curse I fight every day of my life! At least I had shoes on. My mom told me I was a bean kid. I loved pork and beans and couldn't shovel them into my mouth fast enough. She said I'd scream for more as soon as the spoon came out of my mouth when I was a baby. That is all bean fat on that little body. Mothers, don't let your kids eat pork and beans! Maybe beans are the obesity problem in this nation. :-) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEzXSIHrJSg/T34JQNnzkRI/AAAAAAAAB6g/NmW0ggr36Oo/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="399" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEzXSIHrJSg/T34JQNnzkRI/AAAAAAAAB6g/NmW0ggr36Oo/s400/photo.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-26832699177770149532012-03-05T03:51:00.000-05:002012-03-05T03:51:00.648-05:00Hector High School 1945This is another of my genealogy posts. Not of interest to locals, most likely, but to someone whose parents or grandparents graduated from Hector High School, Renville County, Minnesota, it may be the bees knees.<br /><br />My late mom, Marjorie Seaman, graduated from Hector High School in 1945. We found her graduation photo in a box with other photos of which I have no idea who the people are. But I'm sure they are all from Minnesota and I'm determined to try and identify as many as I can so they are not lost to the ages. At least there are names under the students in this photo. I'm posting this photo because had I not had this photo I would have loved to come across it when researching my family. <br /><br />This photo will be uploaded full size so you may need to scroll to see all of it. I put a watermark on it so Classmates dot com or that yearbook site don't steal it and try to profit from it. If you are a family member of one of the people in the photo just leave a comment and I'll email you the photo without the watermark on it to add to your ancestry tree. I did find some of the people in some of the records on ancestry dot com but I couldn't find but 2 family trees that had one of these students in them. Girls are hard to find because the maiden names are lost in the records.Some of the guys graduated and probably joined the military even after 1945 because the conflict was still going on against Japan. The Korean War then followed 1950 to 1953. All of these kids' high school years were wwII war years.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTDChkOb9kk/T1R0m5JTptI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bTb_sg9y_P0/s1600/from+the+historyplacedotcom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br />USE SCROLL BARS ON RIGHT SIDE AND BOTTOM OF THE PAGE TO SEE FULL PHOTO BELOW.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfGBywffZow/T1R14m9qqLI/AAAAAAAAB6U/p438vq9okGU/s1600/HECTOR+HIGH+SCHOOL+1945+DO+NOT+COPY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfGBywffZow/T1R14m9qqLI/AAAAAAAAB6U/p438vq9okGU/s1600/HECTOR+HIGH+SCHOOL+1945+DO+NOT+COPY.jpg" /></a></div>USE SCROLL BAR AT BOTTOM OF PAGE TO SEE ALL OF THE PHOTO.<br /><br />Tags: Ralph Wilkinson, Arvel Schafer, Arlyn Janke, W R Smythe, Lawrence Pfeil, Keith Duehn, Lloyd Broderius, Normandeane Johnson, Ruby Boss, Marjorie Seaman, Irene Hedberry, Eileen Johnson, Gloria Brede, Paul Wedin, Clinton Johnson, Ilo Mae Krueger or Krueyer, Robert Hanson, Marion Beske, LeRoy Taber, or Le'Roy Tabor, Arthur Newman, Lucille Peterson, Florence Precht, Lorraine Redmann, Donna Anderson, Frances Person, Phyllis Johnson, Inez Clark,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
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<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-11844690291895725972012-01-25T16:04:00.000-05:002012-01-25T16:04:03.683-05:00This is great! I love that we are almost having a non existent winter.<br /><br />I volunteered for "Find A Grave" which is a website where volunteers take photo requests from people for photos of a relative's headstone. People that do genealogy can find these headstones full of information. You can often find birth dates, death dates, who they are married to and their children buried in the same plot by the headstone and the area and sometimes there aren't free accessible records with this info on it so it can be very helpful. Or if someone can't visit a grave for some reason or another, they can, maybe, find some kind of comfort looking at a photo. I think most are for genealogy records, though. <br /><br />Some photo requests take some detective work. I tramped all over Laurel Hill the other day looking for a specific headstone. Snow covered everything and I left without a photo on my first attempt at photographing for Find A Grave. Rain melted the snow that night and I ran out again the next day. It was wet and slushy and I froze my feet off. The map they have online is hardly useful as it only shows sections, not rows or plots. There are hundreds of graves in a section. I made it my day's exercise. Find it, though, I did. I went home and immediately posted the photos and soon after got a very nice thank-you note from the person who requested it. <br /><br />It will be a pleasant experience when the weather changes to summer and the birds and flowers are all out. Even in the winter it is an outing to walk and read the headstones. So much history!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-37873292755853616372012-01-14T23:53:00.005-05:002012-01-14T23:53:57.692-05:00Finley, He Just Fell Over DeadThese ancestry entries are just something extra right now. I'll be back to posting my about other things soon.<br />------- <br />As I said in my last post, I was set to cancel my free 14-day free trial of Ancestry dot com.&nbsp; I couldn't do it. I am so hooked on it. I suppose it is just like the people playing that silly-looking farm game on Facebook that, thankfully, I never tried or those people that play for hours on end those X-box games.I love research.<br /><br /><br />Finley is the brother of my great grandfather. I couldn't find anything much but a listing in the census when he was younger. But then I found a clue. When Finley's father died only 5 of the 7 offspring were still alive to attend the funeral. The obituary listed the 5 still alive that attended. That gave me at least a smaller window of years to&nbsp; search for Finley as he was not listed as one that was still alive. By his birth date he had to have been under 30 years old when he died. I narrowed the newspaper search and then started scanning just the front-page headlines of the archived online newspapers. I figured if he died under 30 years old it would have been front page news in that little town. And there is was! Yeah!&nbsp; A 1902 headline that read,<br />"<span style="font-size: large;">A Sudden Summons</span>"<br /><i><b>"Finley McCuaig Drops Dead at the<br />Home of His Parents in Greenbush<br />Monday Night."</b></i><br /><i><b>"A Sudden Summons and His Untimely&nbsp;</b></i><br /><i><b>Death a Shock to His Folks&nbsp;</b></i><br /><i><b>and Many Friends."</b></i><br /><br />The detail they go into in these old newspapers! The family gave a minute-by-minute report of his last minutes. The whole town probably wanted to hear all the details. The article goes on to tell of his trip out west where he contracted typhoid&nbsp; and recovered earlier and how his travel mates had died of typhoid. It was just packed with info. Finley was no longer just a name without any info with it on my family tree. Here is the article. I know this doesn't interest most people. But for people doing ancestry this may be the tidbit they are looking for. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwUxfsq2YzI/TwtARuLQzvI/AAAAAAAABv4/LfrFXxoyIh4/s1600/Finley+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwUxfsq2YzI/TwtARuLQzvI/AAAAAAAABv4/LfrFXxoyIh4/s1600/Finley+1.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrH1MLAz54g/TwtAmuZKTjI/AAAAAAAABwA/EAMO8uqrfpA/s1600/Finley+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrH1MLAz54g/TwtAmuZKTjI/AAAAAAAABwA/EAMO8uqrfpA/s1600/Finley+2.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-31522966290561649902012-01-06T05:21:00.000-05:002012-03-19T08:12:14.363-05:00Ancestry and ArchivesI took Ancestry.com up on their 14-day free trial. I have been working continuously for 12 of those days, literally all day and night, going to bed at 6 in the morning sometimes and I'll cancel tomorrow so I don't get stuck paying for a year.(editor's note: I went ahead and subscribed, I'm addicted!) I made big strides in my family tree. But there are so many dead ends because they won't release the Census after 1930. Whoever transcribes those records to digitize them has an awful job. I always look at the original record to see what I think it really says because the transcriptions are wrong about 30 percent of the time with my family. I mean, how many ways can you misspell McCuaig?&nbsp; There are plenty!! Man, all my life people have misspelled my name. And the records online are no better, from M'cuaig, M'Quag to McQuiage, McQuaig, McCuaide, MacQuade, to Mackeg, Macuaig, Macaig one record even had McCusag. Going through archived newspapers up to 1922 from Mille Lacs, Princeton and Bemidji areas in Minnesota was the most fun and I pieced the pieces together and solved a huge part of the puzzle. <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtUk8RxlY7s/Twa9A_TVsII/AAAAAAAABu4/6hEwjk5OsIg/s1600/grandma+and+grandpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtUk8RxlY7s/Twa9A_TVsII/AAAAAAAABu4/6hEwjk5OsIg/s320/grandma+and+grandpa.jpg" width="237" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My grandmother and grandfather 1915<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PRfmAszrjo/TwbgUdjtdzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ro-3y8-O5yE/s1600/Wedding+of+Norm+and+Grace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="348" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PRfmAszrjo/TwbgUdjtdzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ro-3y8-O5yE/s400/Wedding+of+Norm+and+Grace.JPG" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br />I so enjoyed reading about my grandmother's wedding write-up in the newspaper archive I found online and how my great grand-uncle was mayor of Bemidji for 3 terms. This photo was before that time as he was running for County Commissioner in this photo.It is funny because when I spotted this photo I knew our family still carries some of the characteristics of our ancestors. I see a resemblence. I emailed it to my sister who laughed and agreed. Something about the shape of the head.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RC0sHtblCGI/Twau4GoJ2JI/AAAAAAAABuo/NaK2D9m7r9Y/s1600/photo+of+william+mccuaig.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RC0sHtblCGI/Twau4GoJ2JI/AAAAAAAABuo/NaK2D9m7r9Y/s320/photo+of+william+mccuaig.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />I read he was not re-elected as mayor after 1916 because he was accused of being a prohibitionist (though he told the newspaper reporter he was not, just holding up the laws of the land, whatever they were.) Obviously, people wanted to drink and they didn't vote for him.&nbsp; I was so into these generations of past families of mine that I couldn't stop searching for more information about them and hours went by.&nbsp; One night it was 1 AM and I found some tidbit leads for more information and decided to search until 1:30 AM and call it a night and the next thing I knew a blast of wind shook the house and knocked me out of the spell and I looked at the clock and 3 hours had passed and I had no idea of it. It was like I was enthralled in a movie.<br /><br />Then there was the little newspaper write-up making fun of one of my ancestors who sold his "ancient bronchos" to some poor unsuspecting guy who was clearing his land and needing a team of horses.Hmm, where they shysters? <br /><br />I read about my dad at the age of 6, in 1922, taking what was probably his first ride in an automobile, a 1922 National with 10 people inside with the children. My dad's uncle bought it. What a car! I can picture them riding down the bumpy road, there were no seat belts! This would have been really a special outing because most people in those way-out towns still used horses and most roads in that area weren't paved. The newspaper used to even write about somebody visiting an aunt in another town or if someone came to town to conduct business. That was how everyone kept up with the goings-on back then. No social media needed. The guy delivering the milk often stopped and gave the newspaper the scoop of what people had told him during the day of deliveries.He knew whom was visiting whom and other gossip of the day. My 2-week journey back in time is almost over. I will miss it. My husband will be glad I'm back home.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyy2kbPqAyU/Twbtk_MXaqI/AAAAAAAABvw/KIppg83E0g8/s1600/mrs+norman+mccuaig+motored+to+renville.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyy2kbPqAyU/Twbtk_MXaqI/AAAAAAAABvw/KIppg83E0g8/s640/mrs+norman+mccuaig+motored+to+renville.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNL40SGmj1Y/TwbtHbVq6FI/AAAAAAAABvo/EWCiVgvTFcY/s1600/news.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFQhIHYbwPA/Twav0QS2tjI/AAAAAAAABuw/DwKnFfwI16I/s1600/22+14+National+Autosmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFQhIHYbwPA/Twav0QS2tjI/AAAAAAAABuw/DwKnFfwI16I/s400/22+14+National+Autosmall.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1922 National</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XN58IjKew/TwbIXGq2A5I/AAAAAAAABvA/Uzu1PDQ5zSs/s1600/Walter+Patterson.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XN58IjKew/TwbIXGq2A5I/AAAAAAAABvA/Uzu1PDQ5zSs/s320/Walter+Patterson.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My relative with the National, trading it in for a Chevrolet Baby Grand.<br />He must have told the milkman because it was put in the paper.<br /><br /><br />Walter Patterson and his wife Lenora Steinmetz Patterson<br />Walt was recruited to play professional baseball but he chose Nora instead.<br />I don't know which team.<br />I was very young and they were very old but I remember<br />them. They were happy and laughed a lot.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDuzzB8XQ6g/Twbk2oxVogI/AAAAAAAABvY/7219brMxru0/s1600/ZkIbtNgTPpPl_iq8ogKOjAqRKRdoEuucxFkjo98my3tTWikpaevkbnyfVq56PYK7.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDuzzB8XQ6g/Twbk2oxVogI/AAAAAAAABvY/7219brMxru0/s320/ZkIbtNgTPpPl_iq8ogKOjAqRKRdoEuucxFkjo98my3tTWikpaevkbnyfVq56PYK7.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOSXQiuyFr8/TwbmFzCtBgI/AAAAAAAABvg/N0ERZXH1Xoc/s1600/marshfield+times+nov+11%252C+1908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOSXQiuyFr8/TwbmFzCtBgI/AAAAAAAABvg/N0ERZXH1Xoc/s320/marshfield+times+nov+11%252C+1908.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1908</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-85330126265928044102011-11-19T02:41:00.013-05:002011-11-29T17:10:55.151-05:00My Grandma's Crazy QuiltI was given a crazy quilt.&nbsp; My mom had given it to my sister who stored it for years and years but no longer had room for it. I said I would take it. It made its way from California to Erie, PA. At first glance it looked great. But upon closer inspection it does have problems.&nbsp; Some of the silks have deteriorated and the wool ties are coming off. My late mother was very protective of this quilt checking on it from time to time when my sister had it. But something none of us four sisters asked was whose quilt was it?&nbsp; My mother had said it was Grandma's quilt. Us kid's grandmother or Mom's grandmother?&nbsp; We don't know, we never asked. So this may be my great-grandma's quilt. The date would be more correct for that, I think. I have searched the internet over and over and looked at literally hundreds of crazy quilts and only 2 I have seen that had similar satin and silks without the fancy embroidery. They both were from the 1880s to 1890s. I'm still searching.<br /><br /><strike>My grandmother lived on a soybean farm near Hector, Minnesota. She had 9 children (my mother the baby of the family) so I doubt she had time to make the fancy version of the crazy quilt with all the embroidery needle work. She was very thrifty, though. She worked from sun-up to sun-down and I never remember her talking to us kids or even sitting down relaxing. She had the weight of the world on her shoulders. I would sit quietly and watch. I would watch her make homemade dark bread, she did her laundry with a wringer washer and hung her clothes on a clothes line. The farm was stuck in the olden days with one toilet in the cold, damp, dark basement.I was afraid of it as a child. They had a pair of draft horses that still worked on the farm in the 1950s.They had lost their first house to a tornado.</strike><br /><br />REVISED!<br />**hold the presses!! I just found out today from my dad that the quilt was <b>HIS</b> grandmother's, my great-grandmother Sophia, not my grandmother on my mom's side. Because my mom loved the quilt and was protective of it we assumed it was from her side.<br /><br />Sophia was from Wahkon, MN and ran&nbsp; a restaurant, bakery and the Rex Hotel in Wahkon after 1910 and before1925. It is no longer there. My great-grandmother Sophia (Miller or Mueller*) Patterson (Patnode or Patenaude*) was born in Wisconsin (1867)&nbsp; died (1959.) Her parents came over from Germany (then called Prussia.) Sophia's mother, named (Henrietta) Etty Miller (maiden name of Baustian, born Mecklenburg Germany-Prussia 1830 or 31) was a cook for Prussia's Kaiser Wilhelm 1( b1797-d1888), King of Prussia (reigned-1861-1888.)<br />*Immigrants in those days wanted to be Americanized and would change their names to the American version. Patnode was changed to Patterson and Mueller was changed to Miller. <br /><br />They immigrated to America on a sailing ship approx Nov or Dec of 1866 and Sophia was born shortly after they arrived in Wisconsin. Sophia's father was John (Adolphus) Miller (Mueller) (-1826 Mecklenburgh Germany-Prussia.) married Etty approx 1851. Sophia had 2 brothers named Louis Miller (b 1860) and Christopher Miller(b 1862) -both born in Mecklenburgh Germany-Prussia. She had two older brothers that died on the trip over to America and were buried at sea and are not listed on the American census.Sophia also had a younger sister, Vena Miller (born Wisconsin 1869.)<br /><br /><br />Sophia learned to be a great cook (my dad said, "Boy could she cook!") from her mother (who was one of the cooks for the King of Prussia as noted above) and opened a bakery and ran the Hotel Rex with her husband, Otis Patterson (Pascode-French Canadian she married in Wisconsin.) Otis has a story of his own I'll add at the end of this post after the quilt photos. She also weaved her own fabric and made quilts and rugs as many did in those days. My grandmother and her son, my dad, lived with Sophia at the hotel for a while to help Sophia run the hotel and bakery. She spoke German a lot but also English (her husband, Otis, spoke French and English) and Sophia would tell the many stories to my dad about Germany that her mother had told her. I have vague early childhood memories&nbsp; of Sophia. My few memories of her were when she was in her 90s when we visited my grandmother. She lived with my grandmother. And that's who made the quilt.<br /><br />Post continues below photos.<br />#**ancestry was included for those who may be searching the (Mueller ) Miller or (Patnode-Patenaude) Patterson family lines.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3nj3ypwluE/TsdbMEvBAvI/AAAAAAAABtA/9wzo71ZTwaU/s1600/DSC01841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3nj3ypwluE/TsdbMEvBAvI/AAAAAAAABtA/9wzo71ZTwaU/s640/DSC01841.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJcj_uDHgIw/TsdbNFbdlaI/AAAAAAAABtI/AgM9FQpKo-o/s1600/DSC01842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJcj_uDHgIw/TsdbNFbdlaI/AAAAAAAABtI/AgM9FQpKo-o/s640/DSC01842.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM-bTFTmyJ4/TsdbN0HjjmI/AAAAAAAABtQ/phbF9zwKtT4/s1600/DSC01843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM-bTFTmyJ4/TsdbN0HjjmI/AAAAAAAABtQ/phbF9zwKtT4/s400/DSC01843.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJMgmmUqyT4/TsdbO6RfqCI/AAAAAAAABtY/-s-V16MloRc/s1600/DSC01844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJMgmmUqyT4/TsdbO6RfqCI/AAAAAAAABtY/-s-V16MloRc/s400/DSC01844.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uF0HXs7AG9g/TsdbPXqdgwI/AAAAAAAABtg/G35AfK6HOXE/s1600/DSC01845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uF0HXs7AG9g/TsdbPXqdgwI/AAAAAAAABtg/G35AfK6HOXE/s400/DSC01845.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Is-wk8rUK4/TsdbQDBgRVI/AAAAAAAABto/od1fX6uKfN0/s1600/DSC01846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Is-wk8rUK4/TsdbQDBgRVI/AAAAAAAABto/od1fX6uKfN0/s640/DSC01846.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUPx4d-0hp0/TsdbQzT1txI/AAAAAAAABtw/m9O6jlfXUp8/s1600/DSC01847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUPx4d-0hp0/TsdbQzT1txI/AAAAAAAABtw/m9O6jlfXUp8/s400/DSC01847.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ2f5RSZBOE/TsdbRkeF7FI/AAAAAAAABt4/PKYOUC7c5jg/s1600/DSC01848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ2f5RSZBOE/TsdbRkeF7FI/AAAAAAAABt4/PKYOUC7c5jg/s400/DSC01848.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4b1ZM3Wx9Y/TsdbTYk2F3I/AAAAAAAABuI/hmB5vGEVMBQ/s1600/DSC01850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4b1ZM3Wx9Y/TsdbTYk2F3I/AAAAAAAABuI/hmB5vGEVMBQ/s400/DSC01850.JPG" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I mentioned above, I'll add a little story about Otis Patterson. When he lived in Marshfield,Wisconsin before moving to Minnesota, he was a hoop barrel maker. He also wrestled. We had heard the story about him wrestling some champion growing up but I never knew who it was he wrestled. I finally found the information. He wrestled Friedrick Beell in Freddy's first professional wrestling debut in 1896. Otis lost but Friedrick Beell went on to become the champion lightweight, middleweight and heavyweight wrestler. He later became a police officer and was killed in the line of duty. This information was obtained off this website:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://legacyofwrestling.com/Beell.html">http://legacyofwrestling.com/Beell.html</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So that was my great-grandpa's claim to fame. Another claim to fame was my cousin. A great-grandson of Otis Patterson, Jerry was one of&nbsp; 7 instructors that started Top Gun during the Vietnam war. His full name was Jerry Sawatzky. He died in 1999. His story is included in the book "<b>Scream of Eagles</b>" (not The Screaming Eagles, and not The Scream of Eagles, just Scream of Eagles) by<span id="role_document" style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b>Robert K Wilcox</b></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">,</span></span></span> a book about the special forces and Top Gun.I have read some excerpts from the book and it was really exciting. I'm ordering the book so I can get the whole story!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
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<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-40458440740477343242011-09-26T00:43:00.000-05:002011-10-17T00:35:57.857-05:00Vacation at Mt. Rainier-Crater Lake-CaliforniaIt's a long video. It was a long vacation, ha!&nbsp; We drove and drove and drove.&nbsp; It was great going west to see my family.&nbsp; I sure miss them living out here in PA. We stayed at Mt. Rainier 9 days and had gorgeous weather most of the time.&nbsp; We stayed at the Snowberry Cottage in Ashford, WA that was tucked away in the trees just outside the gate of Mt. Rainier National Park. This cottage was perfect for us. If you want to visit Mt. Rainier I highly recommend this cottage. Here is a link:&nbsp;<a href="http://www.rainiercottages.com/id59.html"> http://www.rainiercottages.com/id59.html</a><br />It's too bad my camera was set to macro when I took photos of the cottage in the video below and most didn't turn out but the website link above has photos of the cottage.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="mp4downloader_embedButtonInitialized mp4downloader_tagChecked " frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/owe3Zd1o-SY?rel=0" width="640"></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: center; width: 640px;"><button class="mp4downloader_btnForIFrame " type="button">Download Video as MP4</button></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
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<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-5336319158351517922011-05-30T23:38:00.001-05:002011-05-31T10:46:35.966-05:00Hummer (short video)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzQp2nk9zYZpBmNnysD7kOYrYJocsoEzp1Ut-68RBQ0O9CvuZdani-y0EDHcLt0JCxbEy1bqo4Rkwc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband and I spent part of the afternoon at Scott Park again looking for birds.&nbsp; We saw another Black and White Warbler, many American Redstarts and some Hooded Warblers.&nbsp; We were bothered a little for the first time this year by mosquitoes.&nbsp; Not bad but enough that we sprayed ourselves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We returned to my in-laws house in the woods and had a wonderful outdoors meal prepared by my father-in-law (a wonderful chef!) and then waited for the birds to come to us.&nbsp; They did.&nbsp; A beautiful Pileated Woodpecker, Cardinal, Chick-a-dee, Phoebe, and even a Wild Turkey!&nbsp; A Ruby-throated Hummingbird was perched on top of a dead stick on the very top of the tree over our table.&nbsp; He finally came down to drink just feet from us.&nbsp; A perfect end to a most perfect day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-37431844535709824192011-05-22T00:14:00.000-05:002011-05-22T00:14:48.761-05:00Indigo Bunting, Black and White Warbler, Magnolia Warbler, Black-throated Blue Warbler, Rose-breasted GrosbeakWow, we had such a great birding day today.&nbsp; I was surprised to still see the Black-throated Blue Warblers still around.&nbsp; We saw one bouncing around the large woodpile at Fry's Landing along with many Yellow Warblers and a Rose-breasted Grosbeak. We headed out to Scott Park and saw Magnolia Warblers on the Bay Trail again, hummingbirds, the usual flickers and woodpeckers and then we spotted a bunch of Indigo Buntings.&nbsp; They were so pretty.&nbsp; They were along the west edge of the ball fields where it meets the woods.&nbsp; We also saw a Black and White Warbler in the trees by the BMX area. It was late afternoon when we left and the Wood Thrushes were going to town with their musical fluting. Can you believe they were thinking of logging Scott Park a while back?&nbsp; Crazy!<br /><br />I still have to work on the videos of the other birds (I didn't take my still camera and I could kick myself for it) but I got a little clip of the Bunting finished.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJiR6qbGbssNsou6QuG8L8Tc3i6kEtW7EUVTRJrrObKJjEzbiyf7Tw4lodYn_kT5POJ8VNnLdFvto' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-77779097207605062312011-05-10T00:35:00.000-05:002013-01-19T04:25:19.411-05:00Birding Heaven (pics)The past few weeks has been wonderful! We finally have some warmer weather and the birds arrived pretty much on schedule. First the ducks came and then the warblers, orioles and others.<br /><br />I was so enthusiastic about seeing all the different warblers I fixed us a picnic and as soon as my husband got home from work today we headed to Presque Isle for our dinner. It was great eating outside to the sound of the birds. <br /><br />Tonight as I was getting ready for bed I found a tick on me! I was so upset about it as I'm so scared of Lyme disease. Deer ticks are a real concern in our area. It kind of put a damper to my "birding" enthusiasm. There is a spray out there that you use on your clothes, shoes and hats that lasts 2 weeks even if you launder the clothes item so we'll have to do that. It kills the ticks if they walk across it, not repel them. Ticks can live up to 6 months in your car or house I read, and that is even without getting a meal. Maybe we could spray some on the car seats and rugs. Every few minutes I think I feel a tick on me now. <br /><br />Here are photos that I was able to get of the warblers. They are very hard to photograph because they are so quick and don't stop for a second.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvKWE4vgv0Q/TcjNu9pm2XI/AAAAAAAABrg/BjE3KNeisWk/s1600/Common%2BYellowthroat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvKWE4vgv0Q/TcjNu9pm2XI/AAAAAAAABrg/BjE3KNeisWk/s400/Common%2BYellowthroat.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XLg5moepNPs/TcjN1GWP57I/AAAAAAAABro/VBRYQpKmidw/s1600/Yellow%2Bthroated%2Bwarbler2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XLg5moepNPs/TcjN1GWP57I/AAAAAAAABro/VBRYQpKmidw/s400/Yellow%2Bthroated%2Bwarbler2.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXmpoRqKvT8/TcjN6srJjsI/AAAAAAAABrw/EdK9kXwbJzE/s1600/Magnolia%2BWarbler.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXmpoRqKvT8/TcjN6srJjsI/AAAAAAAABrw/EdK9kXwbJzE/s400/Magnolia%2BWarbler.JPG" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWOWeLixVhQ/TcjN-0oRf0I/AAAAAAAABr4/EdN7jgmNWWM/s1600/yellow-rumped%2Bwarbler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWOWeLixVhQ/TcjN-0oRf0I/AAAAAAAABr4/EdN7jgmNWWM/s400/yellow-rumped%2Bwarbler.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsTt6gyPgfc/TcjODjp6pPI/AAAAAAAABsA/sA-oFuz1tQU/s1600/black-throated%2Bblue%2Bwarbler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsTt6gyPgfc/TcjODjp6pPI/AAAAAAAABsA/sA-oFuz1tQU/s400/black-throated%2Bblue%2Bwarbler.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3As54ha7nc/TcjOH-flL9I/AAAAAAAABsI/8Y5gF4Ig3qo/s1600/Palm%2BWarbler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3As54ha7nc/TcjOH-flL9I/AAAAAAAABsI/8Y5gF4Ig3qo/s400/Palm%2BWarbler.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpvLLcDeJt0/TcjOL8_mvbI/AAAAAAAABsQ/GD4Td8iXCvw/s1600/Chestnut-sided%2BWarbler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpvLLcDeJt0/TcjOL8_mvbI/AAAAAAAABsQ/GD4Td8iXCvw/s400/Chestnut-sided%2BWarbler.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJTU_f4nxmM/TcjOPZzux0I/AAAAAAAABsY/syGXK_xpphM/s1600/Redstart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJTU_f4nxmM/TcjOPZzux0I/AAAAAAAABsY/syGXK_xpphM/s400/Redstart.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-82185488834139394172011-04-24T00:37:00.001-05:002011-04-25T10:29:13.525-05:00Yellow-throated WarblerOur outing to the peninsula was well worth the time. We cut short the Pittsburgh Penguins game (they were losing bad)and headed out into the wonderful but short-lived sunshine. The loons were still on the bay as well as some Red Breasted Mergansers, Ruddy ducks, Buffleheads and Scaups.<br /><br />We stopped off at the bird banding area not far from the office and only saw some woodpeckers. We then headed for Frys Landing and were surprised to see a butter butt and Golden-crowned Kinglets. Then we saw the Yellow Throated Warbler. This was a lifer for us. We've seen lots of different warblers in the past few years but not this one. I was pretty excited. I read that they are starting to move their range a little bit more north. The map shows them to go as far north as the Pittsburgh area. I don't have one of those great cameras with the big zoom lenses and focus but I was able to get a few pictures that you can at least tell what the bird is.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHOR1_DHY00/TbO2ZYCxa3I/AAAAAAAABrI/SiZGI8EBHEo/s1600/yellow%2Bthroated%2Bwarbler3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="343" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHOR1_DHY00/TbO2ZYCxa3I/AAAAAAAABrI/SiZGI8EBHEo/s400/yellow%2Bthroated%2Bwarbler3.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImCY8Fjwo48/TbO2eSI99MI/AAAAAAAABrQ/f0NZYr2AAfU/s1600/yellowthroated%2Bwarbler.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImCY8Fjwo48/TbO2eSI99MI/AAAAAAAABrQ/f0NZYr2AAfU/s400/yellowthroated%2Bwarbler.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ9tg8pQWKc/TbO2xHTjvQI/AAAAAAAABrY/UPtkuKQac_8/s1600/yellow%2Bthroated%2Bwarbler%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="287" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ9tg8pQWKc/TbO2xHTjvQI/AAAAAAAABrY/UPtkuKQac_8/s400/yellow%2Bthroated%2Bwarbler%2B4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-87165497709881374402010-11-24T08:23:00.000-05:002010-11-24T08:23:51.649-05:00Home from CaliforniaWe just returned from California on Sunday.&nbsp; We spent a week with my dad visiting.&nbsp; We had a 2-1/2 week vacation just a month prior out west (Glacier, Yellowstone, Tetons) but I wanted to spend some quality time with Dad and stopping in while on vacation rushes things.&nbsp;<br /><br />It was really nice just watching ballgames, going on some local sight-seeing drives and playing cards.&nbsp; Had I gone at Thanksgiving or Christmas there would have been too many people and too much going on to actually get a good visit in and there is the travel nightmare of it all.&nbsp;<br /><br />We did let Dad have some alone time and went to the movies and drove to Calaveras Big Trees for a day trip. They never stop amazing me.&nbsp; How anyone could have cut down those amazing trees back over 100 years ago is beyond me.&nbsp; They were so taken with them that they took them.&nbsp; The huge ones that are left hopefully will live on. You can read about these trees and about organizations trying to save them but the best way to get that message across is for people to see them in person.&nbsp; They couldn't help but care about them if they see them. Pictures never do justice to the wonders in nature.<br /><br />We did not get scanned or patted down while on our trip. We just walked through a metal detector both in Sacramento and Erie.&nbsp; In both airports they didn't even have scanners.&nbsp; I don't understand why they would only pat down if you set off the metal detector.&nbsp; The underwear bomber didn't set off any alarms did he?&nbsp; Anyway, I believe it is all for show.&nbsp; Someone will get something on that plane if they want to.&nbsp; Most likely it would&nbsp; be in some mail the plane carries or luggage. I accidentally brought my contact solution in a zipper bag in my carry-on backpack and didn't realize it until I got to California and took it out to use.&nbsp; It was a 4oz bottle, over their 3.4 fluid oz limit allowed.&nbsp; They didn't catch that. I just read that gel sole inserts are not allowed. I didn't know that and I'm glad I wore my newer shoes as my old ones does have them.<br /><br />My luggage wasn't hand searched like it normally has been in previous trips.&nbsp; Everything was exactly as it was before.&nbsp; I had lots of electronics in my suitcase. They must just x-ray them and have some kind of explosive detector.&nbsp; I was glad they didn't search it because every time they do they break something or don't put the lid back on tight and things get broken and ruined.&nbsp; I've lost, due to breakage, my portable Water-Pik, hot rollers and a brand-new makeup mirror in the past couple of years.&nbsp; You pack it carefully and they unpack it and just throw everything&nbsp; back in your suitcase and you know what happens to the suitcases after that.&nbsp; I had all my rollers just dumped in my suitcase and the plastic lid cracked and pieces missing from it last year. I realize they are in a hurry&nbsp; but that just shows a lack of respect to the traveler.&nbsp;<br /><br />Our flight was so miserable with the lack of leg room, dry air to breathe, no food (unless you pay $7 for a box lunch) and it is impossible to sleep on the planes with the constant announcements and bell dinging. We had to connect with planes on the opposite side of the airports in the middle of the night.&nbsp; It isn't fun anymore.&nbsp; You are herded like cattle and no one cares about your comfort like in the decades past. We made a decision to never fly again unless there is a family emergency.&nbsp; We love to drive and will just have to plan extra days to get there and back.&nbsp; We love to see America in the car, we can take what we want with us and stop anytime we want in the car.&nbsp; On the road, you are king.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
<li><a href+"http://www.thisolderiehouse.blogspot.com/"><b>This Old Erie House</b></a></li></div>Erie's Argonautnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13488485.post-41633672448420444282010-11-09T13:17:00.000-05:002010-11-09T13:17:16.324-05:00CompatibilityWe got out of the car at the parking lot of Artist Point at Yellowstone National Park back in September and headed for the path. Purple caught our eyes. My first thought was not something I am proud of. Luckily it only lasted a second or two and my thoughts changed to admiration. Do you know how compatible those two people are that they would dress alike, in matching purple no less? And when a squirrel moved near the rocks their cameras came up in unison as they both joyed in photographing the animal each having their own camera? All I can think is that they are truly compatible, and really enjoy life together. I snapped and ran. It is one of my favorite photos of the trip.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkzS_DerAJ8/TNmL0_8i57I/AAAAAAAABp4/RZHCrjHSIMU/s1600/people+at+Artist+Point.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkzS_DerAJ8/TNmL0_8i57I/AAAAAAAABp4/RZHCrjHSIMU/s320/people+at+Artist+Point.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://marcswoodcreations.com/thewoodwhisperer/"><b>The Wood Whisperer</b></a></li>
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